Oneirologist

“The naive judgment of the dreamer on waking assumes that the dream – even if it does not come from another world – has at all events transported the dreamer into another world.”The Interpretation of Dreams ~By Sigmund Freud

you tried to take away my wish fulfillment you dissected it bit by bit until it became broken into pieces of quantitative analysis sterile bits of soul laid bare upon your theoretical frameworks

I allowed you to strip me leaving my subconscious naked the entire time believing in your precepts trusting in your self-professed science becoming a hypothetical experiment

The complexities of dream languages and life went beyond the relationship. Analysis without feelings and feelings that are dissected, become cut and dried. The essence of a relationship is lost in the sterile environment. Everything does not need to be controlled and boxed up. Some things are simply to be enjoyed and appreciated.
Your poem is beautiful.

Yes, sterile, silent, and something very wrong about the need to box it all up. I want to live in twilight with someone who cares enough to remain next to me, accepts my colorful absurdities, and doesn’t hurt me with cool, hypocritical theories. Dan, you are one of the most intuitive communicators I know.